While Experiencing this Mono-Mania of Self-Indulgence, the 2nd Film From the Dry-Humor-Guy, Albert Brooks,
it Feels Like a Lot of Woody Allen Movies, as if You are the Psychiatrist and the Brooks Character is in Dire Need of Analysis.
A Pathetic Individual, at Least in the "Modern Romance" Situation,
of Allowing the "Ego", "Appearance Perception", and "Life Style", that is Insecure Because He is Made to be Insecure and Unhappy.
He Knows No Other Way to Exist.
A High-Paying Good Profession (Film Editor), Creature Comforts...Clothes, Sports-Car, Stereo, and Eating Out at Restaurants...
is Not the Least Bit Comforting and is Considered, by the Hapless, Relationship Deficient, Self-Imploding Twit,
that Can't See, even a Little Bit, What's Obvious, Right in Front of His Eyes and Within Arms Length,
the Easy-Going, Warm and Forgiving, Ready to Hop-in-Bed, Woman He Has that Could, Would, or Should, Satisfy Most American-Males in a "Modern Romance".
But Our "Hero" that We Observe is a Never-Satisfied, Hard-to-Imagine, Taught-To-Lose, Ingrate. That Self-Mutilates, Never Learning, Again and Again.
The Audience Psychiatrist-Counselors, with the Patience of "Job", is Want to Feel Helpful and Heal this "Wounded Soul".
But the Self-Destruction, those Quaalude Make Him Feel Good...His Reaction..."Can you get me 100 of these."
Neither Quaalude, Analytic Diagnosis from a Mental-Health Professional, or Any Amount of Anything, Could Cure this Romantic Hypochondriac.
He Can't Help Himself...He Knows No Other Way to Exist...He is Made That Way
The Movie is a Humorous, Slyly Witty, 15 Minutes of Fame for the Incurable Fright-Fest of a Modern Male and His Inability to Relate and Romance the Opposite Sex.
If You Feel In the Mood for Treating this Misanthrope...it's...
Worth a Watch.
it Feels Like a Lot of Woody Allen Movies, as if You are the Psychiatrist and the Brooks Character is in Dire Need of Analysis.
A Pathetic Individual, at Least in the "Modern Romance" Situation,
of Allowing the "Ego", "Appearance Perception", and "Life Style", that is Insecure Because He is Made to be Insecure and Unhappy.
He Knows No Other Way to Exist.
A High-Paying Good Profession (Film Editor), Creature Comforts...Clothes, Sports-Car, Stereo, and Eating Out at Restaurants...
is Not the Least Bit Comforting and is Considered, by the Hapless, Relationship Deficient, Self-Imploding Twit,
that Can't See, even a Little Bit, What's Obvious, Right in Front of His Eyes and Within Arms Length,
the Easy-Going, Warm and Forgiving, Ready to Hop-in-Bed, Woman He Has that Could, Would, or Should, Satisfy Most American-Males in a "Modern Romance".
But Our "Hero" that We Observe is a Never-Satisfied, Hard-to-Imagine, Taught-To-Lose, Ingrate. That Self-Mutilates, Never Learning, Again and Again.
The Audience Psychiatrist-Counselors, with the Patience of "Job", is Want to Feel Helpful and Heal this "Wounded Soul".
But the Self-Destruction, those Quaalude Make Him Feel Good...His Reaction..."Can you get me 100 of these."
Neither Quaalude, Analytic Diagnosis from a Mental-Health Professional, or Any Amount of Anything, Could Cure this Romantic Hypochondriac.
He Can't Help Himself...He Knows No Other Way to Exist...He is Made That Way
The Movie is a Humorous, Slyly Witty, 15 Minutes of Fame for the Incurable Fright-Fest of a Modern Male and His Inability to Relate and Romance the Opposite Sex.
If You Feel In the Mood for Treating this Misanthrope...it's...
Worth a Watch.